It's a Ghost's Life by Erin McCarthy

Author:Erin McCarthy [McCarthy, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-19T18:30:00+00:00

Colin- lover, seems to be taking it too hard (acting?)

Pam- thief

Eva- greedy

Steven- MIA (where is the nephew??)

John- her next-door neighbor, could have locked her out

Jake’s eyebrows rose but he didn’t say anything else. I realized if he had noticed maybe someone else had too and thought I was casually surfing Twitter during a funeral. We were almost in the front of the room. Everyone who chose to speak had to walk past me to get to the podium. I slipped my phone in my pocket and prepared to make mental notes.

After the ceremony, I did discretely (though probably totally noticeable to anyone, let’s be honest) checked the cards on all the floral arrangements that had been sent. Lots of names I didn’t recognize. But there was one from a Richard Robertson, who I had to assume was Stanley’s father, given the card said “All my love always.”

Stanley had said he was very ill, so he clearly couldn’t travel for the funeral, but had still wanted to offer his sympathy. I thought that was really sweet. That years and years later, after their relationship had ended he still cared about her. Now that was a talent—inspiring life-long devotion.

There were flowers from Colin and flowers from the rabbi and his wife. Other than that, I didn’t really know the majority of the mourners’ names.

The whole experiment was a bit of a letdown.

It wasn’t until Jake and I were driving home that I reached into my pocket for my phone.

It wasn’t there.

“Jake, where’s my phone?” I asked, frantically plumbing the depths of both of my pockets.

“I don’t know. You put it in your pocket.”

“Turn around!” I felt all around the seat of the car, the floor, even checked my purse though I was certain I’d put the phone in my pocket. “It must have fallen out at the funeral home.”

“Let me call it first.” Jake was already turning around though. He knew me well enough to know I don’t misplace things. “Call Bailey,” he said to his phone.

No ringing.

Also, I wasn’t sure I was glad or disappointed I wasn’t in his phone by a cutsie nickname.

At the funeral room, the director let us look around but we didn’t find my phone. There were only a few stragglers left and they were heading toward the door.

“This sucks,” I said to Jake. “I don’t see how it could have fallen out.”

I had a sneaking suspicion that someone had stolen it. Like Pam, who had hugged me.

Did she see me making notes? Did she think I was on to her or was she truly just a common thief? Thank goodness my phone was password protected.

“Use the app on your computer at home to find its location. It’s probably here, just kicked under a chair. The cleaning crew might find it.”

“Of course,” I said, though I didn’t believe it at all.

I was starting to become a conspiracy theorist. This is what seeing ghosts had done to me.

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